if i took a bus from school, i would be practically wasting money, because i would always alight at the second stop. yet, being the lazy bum, i took bus rides as if they were free. in and out. in and out. but as i became more emotional each day, i've been walking home ever since. that long straight path. seemingly, it leads to nowhere. the sky just turns gloomier and gloomier. i walk on and on, stopping occasionally for cars to turn in.
i stare ahead, clutching my file tightly in my hand. there was no one beside me, holding my hand or smiling at me. i see big houses lit up by great orange lights. i would look in and see families watching the telly, or having dinner. they would all sit around a great big table, laughing and laughing. soon my footsteps quicken, and i walk on.
i look at the trees too, and although they just look dead, i knew they had a life in them. each and every one. they seemed like guardian angels, shadowing me from the sun, shadowing me from the evil world. moments later, my footsteps would cease. i had reached 'home'.
on somenights, justina or some of the soccerettes would walk this long way home with me, and i know, i'm not alone.
when will the day come for you to walk me home?
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